“I’m so sorry, about this...”she said as she collapsed on the bed next to me, her head falling in her hands.“All of this...is a mistake.It’s...”
“It’s not your fault,” I said.
“But it is...”she said, sighing as she wrapped her hands around her stomach tightly.
“Randy’s just doing what he thinks is best for me.For the pack.”She sighed.“Lost souls are a rarity around here.Like shooting stars...”
“What do you need with a lost—me?”I asked, scooting closer to her.The sweat on my skin chilled, leaving me clammy as well as exhausted.
Sarah turned to face me, her soft features beautiful, but I could see the dark circles under her eyes, beneath translucent powder.
“An unclaimed soul is full of immense power.Whatever it latches on to, it makes it...more.It breathes new life,” she said, her eyes watering.
I watched as she wiped the tear from her eye quickly, as if she didn’t want me to see.
“You had a vision,” she said, shoving away whatever demons tugged at her.
“You get them, too?”I asked, somehow knowing the answer.
Like déjà vu...
Sarah nodded.
“I used to, before...”
“Before what?Does this have to do with Randy?”
Sarah stood, shaking her head.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said.“You need rest.”
She headed toward the back of the room, opening a slender built-in door.A closet.
I watched as she carefully pulled out fresh blankets, noting that as she stood on her tiptoes, I could see the faint outline of her slim legs through her nightgown.
“It matters to me,” I said, attempting to stand, but my legs were weak.
Damn it!
“I used to get them quite frequently, but after the last...miscarriage...I...haven’t gotten one since.
The last one?
Stunned, my mouth agape, I stared at her in disbelief.
“How old are you?”I asked, almost terrified to hear her answer.
“Twenty.You?”
“Seventeen,” I said softly.
“Gods, you’re just a baby yourself,” she said, pouting.
“You’re not that much older than me...”I scoffed.
“Randy’s just scared.Without an heir to the pack, we’re vulnerable to being taken over.”
Heir.
